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Zorvox · 07-06-2004, 05:36 PM

Hey, havn't posted here for ages... I wrote a few poems a while ago, last week I mixed them up, added bits and pieces and just cleaned it up... tell me what you think:

As I take some time off,
To reflect on myself
To remember, what has been
And what will never be,
Wind begins to gently blow on my face,
I’m at a dark, cold and lonely place
Waves begin to collapse and crash
Just like hammers they continue to bash
My hands shake and my fists clench
I walk away and sit on a bench
I close my eyes and begin to remember
all of those things we had done together

I believe that everyday, everything is the same
I’m just caught up in life’s little game
There is no escape from any of it, just constant pain
Ever so slowly, I can feel myself slipping down the drain

I believe that life is painful and often unforgiving
That’s why we need to make this nothing, something
Many seem to think of me like I am deranged
But, even they don’t know I am left short changed
I believe that if I,
Ever had the chance to change anything in the world that has been
I would change the way things were for us, the unluckiness we faced
It was like the devil hated me, and he had a curse placed
Now I need to wipe my memory of you, my life needs to be clean

I believe that you,
Think you have nothing to fear?
Well listen up closely, let me make this clear
There are certain rules you need to follow in life
You will be brought down if to them you don’t adhere
I believe that,
Everything I am left doing seems useless
Which in return makes my life pointless
You think I’ve got what other people want?
I’m made of everything their not

I believe I use to,
Be able to relax in a world of pleasure
A pleasure, that would in the end, would ruin my life
Now I’m just left thinking of what could have been
It’s now all in memory, I wish in there I could remain
I can remember,
Those big juicy luscious lips
And those beautiful curvy hips
They are all now apart of a dream
Every time now I recall, I awake and scream

Having memory, is not enough
I'm now weak from being tough
But I never knew
I'd end me and you.

tecoyah · 07-09-2004, 04:23 AM

Wow....I think you just described the low point in every mans life.....painful read, but worth it.

07-06-2004, 05:36 PM	#1 (permalink)
Zorvox Crazy Location: Sydney, Australia	Remixed Poem Hey, havn't posted here for ages... I wrote a few poems a while ago, last week I mixed them up, added bits and pieces and just cleaned it up... tell me what you think: As I take some time off, To reflect on myself To remember, what has been And what will never be, Wind begins to gently blow on my face, I’m at a dark, cold and lonely place Waves begin to collapse and crash Just like hammers they continue to bash My hands shake and my fists clench I walk away and sit on a bench I close my eyes and begin to remember all of those things we had done together I believe that everyday, everything is the same I’m just caught up in life’s little game There is no escape from any of it, just constant pain Ever so slowly, I can feel myself slipping down the drain I believe that life is painful and often unforgiving That’s why we need to make this nothing, something Many seem to think of me like I am deranged But, even they don’t know I am left short changed I believe that if I, Ever had the chance to change anything in the world that has been I would change the way things were for us, the unluckiness we faced It was like the devil hated me, and he had a curse placed Now I need to wipe my memory of you, my life needs to be clean I believe that you, Think you have nothing to fear? Well listen up closely, let me make this clear There are certain rules you need to follow in life You will be brought down if to them you don’t adhere I believe that, Everything I am left doing seems useless Which in return makes my life pointless You think I’ve got what other people want? I’m made of everything their not I believe I use to, Be able to relax in a world of pleasure A pleasure, that would in the end, would ruin my life Now I’m just left thinking of what could have been It’s now all in memory, I wish in there I could remain I can remember, Those big juicy luscious lips And those beautiful curvy hips They are all now apart of a dream Every time now I recall, I awake and scream Having memory, is not enough I'm now weak from being tough But I never knew I'd end me and you.

07-09-2004, 04:23 AM	#2 (permalink)
tecoyah Illusionary	Wow....I think you just described the low point in every mans life.....painful read, but worth it. __________________ Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha